I have a home made of poemswhat if this is this poemis in the last hundred years of human lifeyou knowthe exponenthas been bornexponential shitdidn't really happen but that shitis happening, you knowmethane entering the atmosphere at an exponential rateand shit

I feel so lost and so found simultaneously. I exist on both polarities and I try to piece them together like two puzzle pieces but in reality I am two repellant sides of a megnet, you know. that is what my mind feels like, and htat is how it's destroying itself. though my interpretation ought not be binary, I don't fucking know. I wish I knew more poets. but I don't know them. I wish I knew more artists but I see them suffering for their art, so heavily, becoming performers when they want to be artists, I don't know. they aren't mutually exclusive. I don't know.I don't know.